a mother holds dear, full of compassion and love.
She smiles to herself and whispers,
"Something important I'll soon bear."
Eyes alive, soul aflame
in its flowering, at a depth
unto which another body
lies tethered, corded, but safe.
An island within an island,
each floating, yet anchored
one to the energy of the other
in an act of great communion.
They make their acquaintance
coming to each other as a gift.
Souls cradled, soothed to hearts lullaby,
delicately held within life's mystery.
Revved up vocabularies
try to place this ultra sound image,
as though seen through moonlight,
infant traces of life held in a fertile landscape.
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